Vigilante

You're a problematic problem-addict,
And it's getting sad,
We all thought you'd end up dead,
Not a dead-beat dad.

You're lazy, feed your babies,
They've been crying in the attic,
You're burning them alive,
It's hot up there, goddamn, I've had it.

You're cashing in your flesh-bonds,
You know the state will pay,
But if they had an ounce of heart,
They'd take those kids away.

You've lined them all with bruises,
And blotchy, pale skin.
Pretend you didn't choose this,
For it's your final sin.

Their ribs abbraised like mountains,
Their nails long as claws,
Every time they wipe their eyes,
Another blood-drop falls.

You hoped I wouldn't find out
That you had upped the ante,
But it's too late for you now,
For I'm a vigilante.

I'm lurking in your shadows,
I'm hiding in your car,
You've been a man that's shallow,
I'll leave you deeper scars.

So hide under your blanket,
Hide inside your head;
Hide til you can't take it,
Cuz once you're out, you're dead.

So just where did you go wrong,
Or were you ever right?
I think you knew all along,
That I'd kill you tonight.

I'm coming now, to see you,
So don't forget your dead-bolt,
I've got six in the chamber,
they're there to make your head jolt.